Beauty and the beast

Chapter one: beast  The rumor of a beast with a pack is heard all around packs, he is heartless, his thrust for blood is stronger than anything else seen before. Many packs have heard the rumor and most fear of him, a few don’t believe of the alpha who destroys those packs he can’t seem to make alliance with. Even rogues fear of him, and those who don’t are now dead. In the cold darkness of the night a man is seen standing in the middle of dead bodies. His greyish eyes change to black in an instant, he smiles looking at his work before he shifts into his white wolf. He howls to let his pack know his coming, he runs nearing a group of wolves that waits for him. Soon they all run towards their pack leaving behind a camp in the middle of the woods with human dead bodies all around. Men, women, even children are laying dead, their clothing stain with the red of their own blood. Hunters, that’s what they were, humans who have heard the rumors of this beast came looking for him. But he found them first, this is what happens every time someone comes looking for him.  A man walks into a bar he is wearing a worried expression on his face as he walks to the bartender. “Have you seen my brother?” The bartender looks at him to answer his question, “I saw him yesterday morning, he said he was camping tonight, is something wrong?” The now worried man looking for his brother has gone pale, he is feeling lightheaded, he is worried his brother may have done a very, very stupid thing. “He joined a group of hunters, he said they were going after the beast,” the bartended eyes widen in horror, the stories they here in this town about such beast are horrifying. “I will come with you to help you look for him,” the worried man nods, he walks out the bar to wait for the bartender to come out.  After the bartender who name is James is ready, he goes out the back and walks to the front of the bar where Louis is waiting for him. They walk together towards the woods, after almost an hour walking James smells the blood. He is a werewolf after all leaving in town with the humans, with the permission of alpha Carter. He follows the smell and Louis follows James, they both are caring lanterns in order to see in the night. James spots the place even before Louis does, when Louis sees the view in front of him, he feels the urge to throw up. Blood everywhere, bodies, he walks slowly around the bodies, even children are dead. He gasps as he finds his brother, large claw marks on his neck, he holds his dead brother in arms as he lets out a painful cry.  James stands by not saying anything, after all what can he say, everyone knows not to go after the beast, after alpha Carter. He kneels next to the crying Louis, “I am so..” “DON’T, please don’t say you are sorry, look around no one with a heart would of have been able to do such a horrible act. Unless, the beast, the creature everyone rumors around, what if, what if he is real and did this to my brother and everyone here.” James takes a deep breath before speaking “stop, Louis you don’t want to go there, if such creatures exist, then we have to leave it alone.” James is trying his best to keep his friend alive, and he knows that going after alpha Carter will bring death to him.           Three years later  Alpha carter is in House of Evil, a place where a few unmated females work as exotic dancers, but when it comes to the alpha all the women around throw themselves at him. He is handsome after all, they all dream of the day the alpha will choose a mate and they can just hope it's one of them. The women dancing stop as soon as they spot alpha Carter entering the place. He walks up to the bar and gets a drink, he looks around checking the girls out. When he finds the girl, he wants for tonight he winks at her letting her know she is the one. He walks around back towards a special room that was made for him to use. He walks in the room and not a minute later a beautiful blonde girl, (not her natural hair color) walks in. She is wearing a long red skirt with a slit on her right leg up high, a black bra, black high heels, and red lipstick. He takes a sit at the edge of the bed waiting for her, she removes her skirt as she walks to him, showing her black lace panties. As their lips are about to meet, he feels someone trying to mind link him. ‘Alpha, we found a rogue in our border, we have brought her is for questioning’ he smirks, after all he likes to torture rogues. ‘I will be there in a few’ he cuts the mind link, he stands leaving the girl in shock as he walks out through the back door.  He has always been a guy who sleeps around but he never takes them to his bedroom, in the pack house that’s his private place he keeps everyone except for his beta out of his room. He walks to the cells that’s where interrogate or more like torture the rogues that dare to cross his territory. As soon as he opens the doors a smell of roses hit his nose, it’s too strong and sweet for his liking. He keeps walking till he gets to the only occupying cell, his beta Roger and two patrols stand by a girl. The girl has dirt in her hair, a dirty purple dress and no shoes, she is tied on a chair in the middle of the room.   Carter’s eyes widen when his wolf speaks up ‘mate?’ his wolf sounded like he was asking not stating. The thing is he doesn’t want a mate never has. A mate just brings trouble, he is the strongest wolf out there, a mate will just bring enemies to think of him as weak. Someone could kidnap her to make him do their bidding, if a mate dies, it kills the other’s wolf. A werewolf without wolf is just as pathetic as a human, he can’t accept his mate. She looks up, her heart beats became faster and a smile appears on her face, she thinks she is now safe, her mate is here. “Alpha” the patrols and beta greet their alpha, “you...” *SLAP* before she could even continue the beta Roger slapped her. Her eyes become glassy as tears want to fall, she was slapped in front of her mate and he didn’t do anything.  “Speak when asked to,” Roger said Carter was in deep thought of what to do with his mate, after a while he decides. “Order for her to be cleaned and give her a room in the pack house one next to the omegas.” He then walks out, the thing is he can’t stand her scent, it's too sweet for his liking, he has always liked more fruity scents, like citrus, orange, pineapple, lime, smells like this sour but sweet.  Carter goes to his office and takes a sit feeling frustrated with himself, he can’t get close to his mate and she can’t get close to him. But not knowing what to do with her he has asked for her to be moved here at his pack house with the omegas that work in the house. Now he is starting to regret his decision, because he doesn’t want to be able to smell her scent in his house. He sighs as his hands become fists, Roger then comes in without knocking because why would he, they are friends after all. “Why is she staying here in the pack house instead of being killed or thrown out or something. Whatever just not the pack house,” Carter looks up from his now face on his hands. “Because I think she is my mate” Roger furrow her eyebrows in confusion. “You think? This doesn’t work like this when you find your mate, is she your mate or not, is not a guessing game.” “Did you get her scent?” Carter wants to know if just maybe her scent is strong to everyone, and not just him. “Yeah well she smells like dirt, but I could pick a scent of something like roses, although she smells more like dirt than anything.” “That’s just it, all I could smell was her scent of roses, but it was so strong I had to get out of there. What I am trying to say is that, I don’t like her scent is too sweet for my liking.” At this Roger sights and takes a seat his friend was either denying the bond or his wolf is so in need of a mate that he is confusing her for a mate. He has heard this before, where a werewolf would confuse someone for mate. That is why is better to rely on the feeling the other one brings.  “What did your wolf said?” Carter again sights leaning his back on his chair letting his head fall back, “I don’t know, I mean I know what he said what I don’t know is what he means. I think he questioned if she is our mate, I don’t feel like he was making a statement, and now he is not talking to me.” Roger stands from his chair, “look men we will figure this out alright, why don’t you go rest it has been a long day.” Carter listens to his friend, both walk out the office Carter walking down the hall, the pack house has four floors. The fourth one is for him only, his office and his room in this floor as well as other empty bedrooms. While Roger being his beta and his gamma Duke as well as a game room where the three used to spend time at, in the third floor.   Once Carter enters his room, he heads directly to his bed dropping himself on his back, he has a lot to think how he will sleep tonight. Looking at the empty darkness his mind travels to the girl he thinks could be his mate. She is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen that he can’t deny, “do you really think she is our mate?” His wolf whine in his head he is confuse as hell, he wants to say yes, because he loves her scent, but there is something he can’t put his paw on that doesn’t let him say it. After a while of not getting a response from his wolf, carter falls asleep.  The next morning, he has forgotten everything of the girl from last night, he gets a cold shower then gets dressed. Looking in his full-size mirror he sights, this here is why he is called beast, he has green eyes, tan skin, he is 6.5ft tall and muscular. Even though he is twenty-one years old he looks a little older since he has nice trim beard, the normal size for a werewolf is 6ft so being a little bigger (tall and big muscles, makes him be a big guy) is good for him at least. Once in the dining room the girl from last night walks in serving everyone in the take she smiles at her mate, but he seems not to care. Her smile drops and continues serving, maybe she is imagining things, but her wolf can’t lie, can she? She did say they were mates, but what can she know she just turn eighteen, maybe she is confuse.